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Chapter 278: Vasva E. Perzi
A desolate expanse... pitch black, nothing could be seen...
I stood still, having not moved since entering. It seemed that the door behind me had completely vanished, and I was engulfed by darkness, unable to see my own hand in front of me. There was no sound at all; it felt as if time itself had been suspended here. In short, I sensed no trace of life.
"Is anyone there?!" If the awakened ones weren't lying to me, my biological parents should be here, right? Yet, after coming in, there was not a single sound.
Just as I was filled with doubt, a miracle occurred!
A brilliant beam of light cascaded down from above, a soft Green Light that was exceptionally beautiful and dazzling. It formed a cylindrical pillar of light with gentle edges; the air within the Green Light seemed to vibrate, resembling countless fireflies united in flight, creating a breathtaking scene!
I found myself at a loss for words to describe this captivating sight. Standing behind this beautiful green pillar of light, I gazed up in a daze, while the surroundings remained eerily silent, with no one in sight.
"Feng Xiao Ge, what’s happening?" Jiang Feng asked me from within.
"Nothing," I replied silently in my mind; my lips did not move. With The Dead as a medium, communication between the inside and outside could occur through thought alone.
"Be careful; I sense a very dangerous aura outside. It feels like there’s a power that devours souls!" He Cheng also warned me with concern.
I nodded and suddenly remembered they couldn't see me, so I silently said, "Don't worry; I'll be cautious." I didn’t feel any threat to my soul, but Jiang Feng and He Cheng were Spirits, and their sensitivity to matters concerning souls was much stronger than mine.
"My child..."
The voice, as if it had traversed countless years, echoed throughout the space, ethereal and surreal. I suddenly lifted my head, trying to find the source of this voice, but after searching for a long time and going in circles, I could not see a single figure.
Just when I thought I was hearing things, that ancient and sorrowful voice came again, "My child... you have come?" This time, it seemed to belong to a woman, yet it carried the same ancient calmness.
"Who are you?" From the sound of their voices, there seemed to be two people, one male and one female. Their voices were filled with an ancient sorrow that instantly reminded me of the term 'primeval,' which was no exaggeration.
Although I had a slight answer in my heart, I could not be completely certain, which is why I asked the question. However, after I finished speaking, there was a heavy silence around me. After a long while, I finally heard a soft sigh; the man's voice came through, "My name is Vorswa E. Sinren, your father."
"My name is Fet Marilyn, your mother," followed the man's voice with that of the woman.
"Sinren, has our child truly come..." After stating her name, the woman asked the other person in disbelief, her voice tinged with hidden excitement and caution, as if afraid it was just another dream.
"You... you both..." My heart felt like it was racing much faster than before. I didn't know what to say; was this how we recognized each other? Without even seeing faces?
Vorswa E. Sinren's voice was much calmer than Fet Marilyn's. His sorrowful yet slightly ethereal tone reached my ears as he said softly to me, "Your name is Vasva E. Perzi; you are the child of me and Marilyn." Perhaps thinking I wouldn't believe him, he added another sentence, his voice now much smoother and clearer than at first. "Do not doubt; only those of my bloodline can enter here."
Uh, although these two spoke in an ancient manner, quite formal and poetic, I understood them well enough. Instead of responding immediately, I asked, "Why are you here?"
"It's a long story, my child. Can you blame us?" Fet Marilyn's voice was filled with ancient sorrow but also carried a hint of tenderness and guilt.
"I do not blame you." With no memories to draw from, where would any resentment come from? My life had been quite ordinary but not unhappy in the first half; as for these two "biological parents," while I wanted to meet them, when it came to feelings... to say that I had none would be an understatement.
To them, I was merely a stranger with a blood relation, so how could there be any resentment towards such people? However, I did not want to hurt their feelings, so I simply said the words "no resentment."
"You..." After a pause, I broke the silence. Just as I began to speak, I heard my mother, Fet Marilyn, say, "Your father and I have been here for thousands of years. Our physical bodies have perished, and our souls have long since merged with this place..."
Upon hearing this, I felt an overwhelming discomfort in my heart. No wonder when I first heard their voices, I thought I had returned to ancient times. It turned out they had been waiting here in solitude for a thousand years. For a thousand years, they had only each other for company; their physical forms had long been destroyed, and their souls had already assimilated with this place. So, does that mean they can never leave? What a painful realization...
"I want to know all the truths. For example, let's start by discussing our identities?" Perhaps they could provide me with answers; they were the ones who truly understood the Divine Sign. No, it wasn't just the Divine Sign; they might know things I had never even considered before. After traveling such a long road and searching for so much time, it was time to give us some "rewards," right?
Contrary to my expectations, perhaps just as I hoped in my heart, the Vorslav Couple did not behave like typical parents who would fuss over their long-lost son and think about compensating him. For them, under countless years of time, their humanity had gradually faded away; they hardly knew how to communicate with others anymore.
Although their humanity had slowly diminished due to the passage of time and interference, fortunately, their memories had not completely vanished. Soon after, I successfully learned a significant secret from them!
My name is Vasva E. Perzi. My father is Vorswa E. Sinren and my mother is Fet Marilyn. Just from these names alone, one can glean some clues; this was something I had never dared to imagine before. Despite everything that had happened, I never thought that I... that I was not from Earth...
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